I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

"Boom!" The two dilapidated temple doors exploded open.

The torrential rain poured down, and lightning illuminated three silhouettes at the doorway.

The scarred man at the head of the group flicked the water droplets off his blade.

His gaze, like a hook, passed over the statue and locked onto Su Xiu, who was huddled in the corner.

"In this awful weather, we might just find a fat sheep to pick up."

His gaze swept over her soaked clothes.

"This desolate wilderness is perfect for us brothers to vent our frustrations."

Su Xiu stood frozen against the wall. In the shadows, Yu Liang's heart pounded wildly.

This world is a mess.

In this desolate wilderness, there is only the naked law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.

He wanted to move.

A feeling of emptiness came from the left side of my body. Looking down, I saw that my left hand had physically disappeared, with a few finger bones floating in the air and the blood vessels colorless.

Use it or die.

If you don't use it, you'll die immediately.

Yu Liang bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain bringing a moment of clarity.

A flash of gray light appeared in his eyes, and the world faded.

【Causal Perspective】, open.

Yu Liang rolled out of the shadows and knelt down with a "plop".

His forehead slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab.

"Mountain God, have mercy! Your disciple knows his mistake! Your disciple will never dare to pry into the secrets of heaven again!"

A piercing howl shattered the rainy night.

The three thugs were startled. Scarface yelled, "Where did this madman come from? Get lost!"

Yu Liang ignored him and continued kowtowing.

a bit.

"Thump!"

In a gray-white world, countless lines intertwine.

Three feet underground, the main beam, hollowed out by termites, is on the verge of collapse.

Two times.

"Thump!"

The knee struck the edge of the slightly protruding blue brick base precisely, transmitting the vibration.

Three times.

"Thump!"

The gray line broke.

The mob burst into laughter, which sounded particularly jarring in the empty, dilapidated temple.

"This idiot, worshipping a clay idol is utterly useless! Third brother, break his legs!"

Yu Liang is still kowtowing.

Blood streamed down his forehead, staining the blue bricks red.

Nobody saw it.

Inside the cuff of his left sleeve, the remaining finger bones were twisting rapidly.

He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together on the invisible "dotted line".

The wind blew in.

The beams and pillars trembled slightly.

A sobbing sound arose.

A drop of cold rainwater slid down the cracks in the tiles, past the spiderweb, and fell.

He slightly moved the trajectory of that drop of water by half an inch.

impartial.

A drop was poured into the mottled right eye of the clay statue of a deity.

The firelight flickered.

A single drop of water slid down the face of the statue, crystal clear.

It was as if a god was weeping.

"She's crying...she's crying!"

A henchman screamed in terror, his finger trembling violently as he pointed at the statue: "Boss! The Bodhisattva is crying!"

The time has come.

The logical loop is complete.

Yu Liang suddenly looked up, his face covered in blood, and pointed at the scarred man:

"The mountain god is furious!"

He roared, his voice hoarse like a vengeful ghost: "You mortals, disturbing the divine realm, your death is imminent!"

The withered finger suddenly pointed to Scarface's feet, as if a judge were holding a pen.

"The ground beneath your feet is the core of the demon-suppressing array! Kneel down!"

Scarface was stunned. He subconsciously looked at the dark stone slabs under his feet and took a step back.

That's it.

That was a deadly trap that Yu Liang had planned.

The moment the point of force changed, the already unbalanced foundation collapsed with a roar!

The stone slab flips over.

"ah--!"

The screams abruptly stopped.

Scarface fell into the hole, his jaw striking precisely the tip of the broken, upright wooden stake.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood gushed out.

It stained the hole red and splashed the faces of the two people next to it.

The remaining two watched this scene of "words becoming law," and then looked at Yu Liang's transparent left hand and the weeping statue, their rationality completely collapsed.

"A ghost immortal! It's a ghost immortal!"

"Spare me!!"

The two dropped their weapons and scrambled into the rain, not even daring to look back.

The dilapidated temple returned to its deathly silence.

Yu Liang collapsed to the ground.

The price has come.

The transparency of the left hand is intensifying.

The finger bones began to blur, and even half of the shoulder started to flicker, like a holographic projection with poor contact.

Play off.

He overextended himself too much, and the world is cleaning up this "bug".

My vision started to go black.

Extensive wear and tear on memory.

He couldn't quite remember his own name.

I can't remember why I saved that girl.

who am I?

where am I?

Why do I feel cold?

Sudden.

A pair of icy little hands gripped his inhuman "ghost hand" tightly.

Su Xiu.

She didn't run away.

The girl's face was ashen, and she was trembling violently.

But those eyes were fixed on the hideous old scar on the back of Yu Liang's hand—a mark left in the glacier many years ago.

"You're that beggar brother..."

Su Xiu's voice was choked with sobs, yet it conveyed a stubborn determination.

"You're not a ghost, you're a human!"

boom!

The moment the name is called.

The all-consuming void storm in Yu Liang's mind suddenly stopped.

Like a kite with a broken string, it was suddenly pulled back to the human world.

She is the anchor.

She is the only living person in the world who remembers that "Yu Liang" ever existed.

This memory is pure, profound, and untainted by cause and effect.

Her understanding became the strongest firewall against the laws of the world.

A miracle happened.

On the transparent finger bones, flesh and blood grow, cover, and fill at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The feeling of regaining weight brought tears to Yu Liang's eyes.

He was panting heavily.

He flung Su Xiu's hand away, wiped the blood off his face haphazardly, and put his nonchalant mask back on.

"What beggar? You must be terrified, young lady."

Yu Liang grinned and pointed to the pit of corpses on the ground.

"I'm a liar. That was a magic trick, you know? In this world, to survive, you either have to be a knife or a ghost."

Su Xiu didn't speak.

She silently tore off a piece of her skirt and, trembling, bandaged his still-bleeding forehead.

She didn't believe his nonsense.

She only believed the back of the person who had just stood in front of her, and the real warmth of the hand in hers.

"you……"

She kept her head down and spoke very softly.

Why did you do this to yourself?

Yu Liang looked at her.

For the first time, a hint of genuine exhaustion was revealed in her weak smile.

He watched as his hands gradually regained their color.

That existence was bought with "fraud" and redeemed with "anchors".

"I just want things to be the way they are meant to be."

Yu Liang muttered to himself.

His gaze pierced through the rain, looking towards the unknowable sky.

"This world is sick, rotten to the core. People are treated like livestock, and there are no rules governing good and evil. Someone has to light a lamp."

Even if... it means burning your life.

……

Three days later, Wangxiang Town.

The rain has stopped and the sky is clear.

A large crowd gathered in front of the notice board at the town entrance.

Yu Liang's head was wrapped in thick strips of cloth, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes.

beside.

Su Xiu changed into a coarse cloth men's outfit, carried a tattered bundle, and cautiously protected the money bag in her arms.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is this the wicked man who caused chaos in the capital?"

Yu Liang squeezed into the crowd, pointed at the wanted poster, and spoke in an exaggerated tone.

The artist was clearly an impressionist.

The figure in the painting has a blue face and fangs, three heads and six arms, stands on a skull, and holds a giant axe.

Next to it was a line of large characters in vermilion ink: [Extremely dangerous, skilled in sorcery, kill on sight without mercy].

"Well drawn, quite lifelike."

Yu Liang commented with an air of seriousness, stroking his chin: "These fangs are drawn with a certain imposing presence; you can tell at a glance that this is a man-eater who won't spit out the bones. It's a pity that it didn't capture that dashing and handsome air."

Su Xiu rolled her eyes from behind.

She lowered her voice and pinched him hard.

"They're trying to catch a monster, and you're still happy? Do you know how much silver we've spent on medicine these past few days? If we don't make some money soon, we'll starve! You've already spent the last three copper coins!"

"You don't understand, do you?"

Yu Liang pulled his hat brim down a little, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"In the eyes of those powerful figures, how could a mortal possibly accomplish those things? They must be demons, they must be monsters. Admitting to being tricked by a mortal is more painful than killing them."

"This is our talisman. As long as I don't grow fangs, no one will believe I'm Yu Liang."

The two walked through the crowd and stopped in front of the most impressive mansion in town.

Wang Yuanwai Mansion.

At this moment, the entrance to the Prince's Mansion is covered with white lanterns.

It wasn't a funeral, yet there was an eerie, deathly stillness about it.

The red notice was posted on the stone lion, each word written in blood and tears:

[Reward of 1,000 taels of silver! My son has been unconscious for three days. If any expert can awaken him, a reward of 1,000 taels of silver will be given!]

"One thousand taels?!"

Su Xiu's eyes widened instantly.

That's more money than she could earn in several lifetimes.

But then, she grabbed Yu Liang, who was about to take down the list, her eyes full of vigilance.

"What are you trying to do now? This is a wealthy man; if you can't cure him, he'll be beaten to death! And what kind of illness can you cure? You're just infuriating!"

"How can this be called fraud? This is called rational allocation of resources."

Yu Liang stopped, squinted, and looked up at the sky above the Prince's Mansion.

【Causal Perspective】

The noise fades away, and everything loses its color.

Among countless gray lines, a dark red causal line extends from the depths of the palace, tightly coiling around the pair of stone lions at the entrance.

The red thread was stretched to its limit.

Like a string about to break, it continues to exude a black aura.

That's not demonic energy.

It wasn't ghostly energy either.

"There are no demons causing trouble."

Yu Liang lightly pinched his thumb and forefinger in the air.

It felt as if I had grasped that red thread from afar, and a tingling, trembling sensation came from my fingertips.

"There's just a poor wretch who's fighting against a fate he doesn't want with his life."

This intense emotional turmoil, this messy debt...

It was the perfect supplement for him to repair his own "existence".

Not only can you make money, you can also "eat your fill".

"A thousand taels of silver."

Yu Liang turned to look at Su Xiu, his eyes flashing with the fervor of a gambler seeing dice.

"This is the toll for our journey to the next stop. And..."

With a "hissing" sound.

In front of everyone, Yu Liang tore down the red list.

He strode toward the dumbfounded gatekeeper, his clear voice carrying across the entire street.

"Tell the master that I can cure this illness!"

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the tangled web of cause and effect deep within the mansion, a sinister smile spreading across his lips.

"But the consequences... I'm afraid he can't bear them!"